August 2011
4 posts
I Will Show You Fear in a Handful of Fluff.
We were howling like wolves at Ursa Major. Your thighs so thick, they could crack a skull. They’re huge, but they’re all muscle. I remember how much I wanted to kill you like chopping off the tips of my fingers while dicing onions. I have no feeling in three fingertips from frying bacon while drunk, which led to a dramatic shark attack on the beach. Now I use that t-shirt to dye...
